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Lucy`s Mewsings

MY WINDOW SEAT

The corner window is the spot,
Where I prefer to be;
And all my feline siblings know,
That it`s reserved for me.

From it I hear the singing.
Of the birds up in the tree;
And the soothing hum of summer,
With the buzzing of a bee.

I hear the tree`s leaves rustle,
And the children hard at play;
And the quiet sound of night time
As we end another day.

I smell the soft salt breezes,
And the flowers as they grow;
The fresh mowed grass of summer,
The sounds and smells I know.

They give to me such comfort,
as the wind upon my face;
Tickling my whiskers,
At this, my special place.

And when the season starts to change,
And leaves begin to fall;
I feel the chill of autumn,
And hear winter`s icy call.

The windows all are closed, now,
And so my dreams must do;
Enjoying all the memories,
Of my sightless window view.

But as autumn turns to winter,
So winter turns to spring;
And again I`ll take my window,
As the birds begin to sing.

When I Get Sick

When I get sick and don`t feel well,
Mom takes me to the vet;
She gives mom a little bottle,
And says, "Now, you`re all set."

"The contents of this bottle, "
She says,"Give to Lou-Lou"
She doesn`t know me very well,
If she thinks, this she can do.

First, she has to find me,
And that is quite a feat;
`Cuz I have many hiding spots,
Which are, I think, quite neat.

If she should chance to find me,
Then will come step two;
She will have to catch me,
Which is very hard to do.

And if, perhaps she catches me,
She better hold me tight;
`Cuz I know what is coming,
And I`ll put up a fight!

If she can get the med in,
By prying my tight jaw;
She`ll think, "At last I've got it in!"
As I spit it on the floor!

The New Puppy

Mom got a little puppy,
Her name is Emma Jean;
Mom says that she`s a cutie,
But I say she is MEAN!

First day she stole my breakfast,
and chased me `round the house;
Next day she got more hugs than me;
And chewed up my toy mouse.

She claimed my soft bed as her own,
And stole my sunny spot;
Mom thinks that we will get along,
I think that we will NOT!

She takes my toys and gets them
All full of doggie drool;
Mom thinks that she`s a cutie pie,
I say she`s a fool.

She wags that silly tail of hers,
As eager doggies do;
She needs to be more dignified,
As cats are, through and through.

I shared with her my long list,
of suggestions and complaints;
And how to be more perfect,
Like kitty cats and saints.

When I was done explaining,
About dignity and grace;
That pup barked twice and wagged her tail,
And sat upon my face.